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I reckon it’s like Sy Ableman in the flick—smooth, sneaky, slidin’ into yer life with a wink. “The new freedom,” he’d call it, smirkin’ as them hands work magic. Once had a mate, swore a masseuse in Bangkok unlocked his third eye—third somethin’, anyway! Laughed my beard off, but damn, was I jealous. Surprised me how a simple touch can zap ya outta the Shire and into the stars.

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But then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “You need to meet a client at the park.” I’m thinking, “What park?” Turns out, it’s that little one by the river. I rush over, and it’s a total mess. There’s a festival going on, and I can’t find my client anywhere. I’m dodging kids, balloons, and some dude juggling flaming torches. Like, seriously? Who thought that was a good idea?

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